Physics, Not Chemistry || MYG ✓

CHAPTER 19

Sun Kyunmi:

Suga crouched back down next to me.

"I know it's not normal, okay? I'm not that stupid," I whispered, rocking back and forth, my eyes blinking rapidly.

After a minute of silence, he spoke up, "Is that why you fainted in the classroom that time and you had to go to the nurse?" 

I nodded my head, "I told her it was because I fall off my bike a lot."

"Who does it to you? The bullying?"

"Who does it doesn't matter . . ." I tried to avoid telling on the queen bee of the school.

"Who. Does. It?"

"I told you it doesn't matter."

"I could just yell again and you'll accidently spill it out anyway so it's better to tell me now. It's better to talk about these things with someone than keep it to yourself."

"Ji-Jihya," I admitted.

"Lee Jihya?" he asked in disbelief.

"Y-yeah."

He didn't say anything after that—maybe he couldn't believe his "girlfriend" was capable of making someone pass out. 

"Do you know why? Why does she do something like that so severely?" It felt like Suga was interviewing me with so many questions.

"You really aren't very smart when it comes to these kind of things, are you?" I sighed, trying to contain my tears that were threatening to fall out.

I peeked out from my knees and saw him staring at me without replying to my remark.

Rolling my eyes (even though he didn't know I was), I said with my shaky voice: "For some stupid reason, they think I'm a threat to their goal of making you like them and they think I have this elaborate plan to get you to like me instead, which, by the way, is so not true in case you were wondering . . ."

Suga cut me off as he abruptly pulled me into a hug, my face crashing into his chest as he started stroking my hair.

Since when did he become so nice?

A single tear rolled down my cheek at his sudden comfort, which surprisingly did its job well.

"I'm-I'm so sorry for what I made you go through. I didn't even figure out that's why she didn't like you a-and she physically hurts you so much . . . I'm sorry."

His apology sent two more tears rolling down my cheeks and onto his shirt.

At least he wasn't a dumbass anymore.

"It was my fault when I called you those names in the cafeteria—did they remind you of what Jihya said?"

My reply was his shirt getting more and more wet, and my tears continuously flowed until I was a silent, sobbing mess, and he wrapped his arms around me tighter as I cried. It was the first time I had done so in such a long time, and the fact that I was doing it in front of Suga made me feel even more vulnerable.

"Sorry," he whispered—again.

But I felt better.

I felt relieved, something I hadn't felt in forever.     

We stayed in that somewhat awkward position for a while until my whimpers died down, with Suga rubbing my back. I pulled away and wiped my eyes, hiccupping when I took in his tear-stained shirt.

"S-sorry for your sh-shirt," I apologized but he waved it off.

"It's fine. You feel better after crying, right?"